The Wizard and the Sylph (Part 3, page 3 of 64)


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Part 3

Then, she was alone.

It was her sense of isolation that first appalled and alarmed her senses; a silent echo of danger.

She fled before she knew she was doing so, and it was then that she realised that the darkness that was not a darkness pursued her.

The chase was long and relentless, and the dark intent that followed stalked her without need of rest and knew no distraction. All it needed was time . . . time she no longer had.

Her hopeless flight carried her far beyond her ken, and she knew for the first time what it was to be lost. At the last, in desperation, she struggled towards the surface where another doom entirely awaited her: the doom of mortality.

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